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Depression
is Depression
is when you can't sleep and you get so bored
looking at your roof, that you spend weeks
nights contemplating what to do with it only to
find that you wouldn't have enough determination
to do it.
depression isn't always suicide.
depression is ovbious to only yourself. suicide
is ovbious to everyone.
depression is, and always will be, my, and many
others, mays of life.
depression runs my life. makes me do things i
shouldn't do.
depression is that voice in the back of your
head telling you, that you need help.
depression makes you gain weight, loose weight,
not eat, eat too much.. do drugs. give or take a
few.
depression has the feeling of death, without the
dying part.
depression is still killing you even if you have
the best things in the world.
depression isn't just having too little, it's
having too much as well.
depression is never seeing your father happy.
depression is loosing your brother too his
girlfriend.
depression is the killing of the broken pieces
of your heart.
depression is slow motion and fast motion at the
same time.
depression is the illusion that the world has
turned it's back on you and everyone in it.
depression is seeing happiness everywhere you
go.
depression is hoping to survive and hoping not
to at the same time.
depression isn't contemplating suicide, but
wishing you were already there.
depression is when the only thing that cares is
the depression itself.
depression is when you are at school and you
can't remember things you learnt in grade 5.
depression is falling alseep in your favourite
subject.
depression is hating yourself because your
parents hate you.
depression is the hatred of your family.
depression eats your insides witha smile on it's
face.
depression is the look in your eyes when you
wake up in the morning, knowing you have to live
another day.
depression is yourself. you are depression.
depression makes you who you are and who you'll
always never want to be.
depression makes you miss your old self, but
once your better, you miss depression.
but for me, mostly, depression is all of these,
plus, depression is when you have had it so long
that you are scared of who you will be when and
if you get better. you wonder if you could
survive happy and if the happiness would eat
you.
now ask yourself.. do you have depression?
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THE
PEOPLE YOU LEAVE BEHIND CHAPTER 16 |
I’m pretty sure you will not like what I have to say in this
chapter. What I have to say may make
you feel a bit guilty about the thoughts you have given to
ending your own life. But that is okay
with me. As I said in the beginning, I promised you an honest
book and it is too late to turn back.
Now let’s find some answers to the "what if" question… as in,
"What if I killed myself?"
Some people might argue that talking about what happens to the
people you leave behind if you
kill yourself may invoke more guilt in you than you can handle.
I don't believe this is true.
What I do believe is that if you intend to take your own life
then you ought to know, as much as
is possible, what all the consequences of such an act are,
including the likely consequences to
others if you die.
Who are the others? They are your parents, your children, your
brothers and sisters, cousins,
aunts and uncles, friends and loved ones, the people at school,
the people at work - literally
everyone who knows you. Because no other word describes them as
well, the professionals in
my field have chosen to call these people victims. Survivors of
suicide, they are victims because,
to one degree or another, they will suffer because you have
killed yourself. Some of them will
need love and understanding to recover from the tragedy of your
death. The closer they are to
you, the more they will suffer. And none will suffer more than
your family and blood relatives.
I have talked to many suicidal people who lie to themselves.
They lie to themselves because they
need to, because it is the only way they can justify killing
themselves, knowing, as maybe all
suicidal people do, that when they intend to hurt themselves,
they will also hurt others. Here is
how one young girl lied to herself.
"I see myself lying in a casket. I am in my blue dress and my
hands are folded over my chest. I
can see my parents and my friends standing around me. They are
crying."
"What are they saying?" I asked.
"They are saying how beautiful I look, how peaceful I seem. My
sister is saying, 'I know Renee
is happy now.’"
"What else are they saying, Renee?"
"That they will miss me."
"Are they saying they wish you hadn't killed yourself?"
"No."
"Are any of them angry?"
"No.”
At this point I interrupted what we call a guided fantasy and
brought Renee back to the real
world. I brought her back to tell her what her funeral scene
might really be like. Yes, her parents
and sister and friends would be crying and saying those
thoughtful things about how peaceful she
looked, that she was still, in death, so young and beautiful
and, yes, wasn't it a shame that she
had died before her life really began?
But underneath all of these carefully worded expressions of love
and affection, something else is
going on in their hearts and minds.
They are shocked. They cannot believe what has happened. They
are numb and in pain. It is as if
they are caught up in a nightmare and, when they awake, the
nightmare goes on and on. Feeling
confused and dazed, they wonder if they will ever get over your
death or if things will ever be
normal again.
They are sad. Once the shock and the numbness wears off, the
survivors of suicide enter a time
of great and unremitting sadness. Unprepared as they are, the
pain can physical, and despite an
occasional good day or light moment, the sadness sweeps over
them, again and again.
They are angry. Though they wish not to be, they cannot but feel
anger toward you. You have
taken something precious from them and there is no getting it
back.
They are angry with you for cheating them, for rejecting them,
for not giving them a chance to
help you heal from what was troubling you. If they were in the
wrong, then by your death you
have taken away any opportunity for them to try to make things
right.
They can't apologize now. They can't learn to listen now. By
your suicide, you have deprived
them of any chance to understand you or to love you. And so they
feel a terrible anger toward
you - an anger that will fade in time, but will be there, in the
back of their minds, for the rest of
their lives.
Because of this anger, they will feel guilt. They know it is
wrong to be angry with you, but they
will feel this anger anyway. And when they do, they will feel
guilty for being angry with you.
This is no passing guilt. This is guilt that will haunt them,
not for just a week or a month, but for
the rest of their lives. They will wonder what they did wrong,
but they will also wonder why you
chose to hurt them as you did.
They may come to hate God. And they will feel guilt about this,
too.
Their life will never be the same. Once you have killed
yourself, it is as if you have taken all the
happy photographs of you in your family's album and written the
word SUICIDE in black letters
across your face. Nothing, but nothing, will ever be the same
for them again.
Among the things that can happen to those you leave behind are
the following:
1. They may become suicidal themselves. Out of a need to escape
the pain they are feeling, they
may wonder if suicide is a good solution for them, too. Some
survivors have even thought to kill
themselves to join the one who has died. Children are especially
vulnerable.
2. They may feel they are going insane or losing control. Their
world has been suddenly and
inexplicably turned upside down and shattered and, as was true
of Humpty Dumpty, no one and
nothing seems able to put Humpty Dumpty together again.
3. Because of the shame they feel, they may not be able to turn
to anyone to talk to through their
pain. They may begin to use drugs or alcohol. They may go into a
long and life-threatening
depression.
4. At the very least they will feel guilt and anger and
confusion. They will try to remember the
way you were when you were happy and they will try to salvage
what memories of your life they
can. But there will always be that unbearably sad ending: an
ending that they can do nothing to
erase.
If you are a father or a mother, you will have left something
very much like a curse on your
children. The curse reads: "I have killed myself. You may wish
to do the same some day. By my
act, you have my permission."
If you are a child, you will have stolen something from your
parents, something they can never
replace. You will have stolen the future they dreamed for you,
the satisfaction that might have
come to them to see you grow into an adult and succeed where
they may have failed. One father
said of his only son's suicide, "He has stolen my grandchildren
from me. He has put an end to our
family name.”
If you are a husband, you will have said of your marriage, "She
failed me!" Or, if you are a wife,
your suicide might say, "Look how he treated me! I had to kill
myself!" Either way, the one you
once loved may never be able to forgive you for the way you
publicly denounced your
relationship. Maybe their distress is what you want. I don't
know. But if it is, your own life is a
high price to pay for striking back in anger.
If you are a brother or a sister, you will have said that no
matter how close you were to each
other, you were not close enough. And you will have set for them
an example. A friend of mine
whose brother attempted to kill himself said to me, "I was so
mad at him, I threatened to kill him
myself if he ever tried something like that again."
There is one other thing your survivors will experience: sudden
loss, sudden pain, and sudden
grief. There is a difference between natural and unnatural
death. The one we can bear and learn
to live with because, as we become aware of death through the
natural death of someone we
know and love, we come to accept our own deaths and hope to
approach them with grace and
dignity.
But with unnatural death, with sudden death, with suicide, there
is no time to prepare for this
loss. We are caught cold. And we are left with questions,
questions no one can answer for us.
After the fact, we wonder and we wonder and we wonder. "What
if?" we ask. "If only?" we
ponder. "Couldn't we have had just one more hour or one more day
to talk you out of it?" "Isn't
there something that could have been said or done that would
have made all this pain and agony
unnecessary?" We wonder. We wonder. ...
In a word, none of us is prepared for sudden and unnatural and
usually violent death by suicide.
Accidents that kill people are tragedies. Suicides, by
comparison, are double tragedies - because,
of all sudden deaths they could have been prevented.
Even though you may, at some level, understand what I have
written here there is, in my opinion,
no way that you can ever completely prepare those who love you
for your suicide. You may try,
but you will fail. The most elaborate suicide notes or
explanations or warnings can never comfort
the pain those you leave behind will endure. You will be fooling
yourself if you think otherwise.
Helen's Story
One mother I worked with had decided to kill herself on
Christmas Eve. She had been frustrated
and angry with her husband and family and, even on her best day,
her life was just barely
tolerable. She was depressed and lonely and felt no one would,
or could, listen. Hopeless of ever
being understood, her plan was to wait until everyone had gone
to bed, take an overdose, and lie
down near the presents under the Christmas tree where, she
imagined, her family would find her
in the morning.
I have heard many suicidal plans but this one, frankly, made me
angry and I told Helen so.
"Why are you upset?" she said. "I'm the one who is going to
die."
"What are you saying to your family? I asked.
"That I love them,” she said.
"Love them?"
"Well, when I am gone and out of the way, they'll be able to get
along much better. They won't
have me nagging at them anymore. Don't worry,” said Helen,
"they'll get over it."
"I hardly think so,”' I said. "It seems to me you are saying,
'Look what you've done to me! I've
killed myself!' And you are saying so in a way they will never
forget.”
"How?" asked Helen.
"Because they will never have another Christmas that won't be
spoiled by your suicide. There
will be no cheer in the holiday season or, if there is, it will
be a long time coming. Maybe a
couple of generations from now they will forget how you died."
Because of her anger Helen had picked what was traditionally the
happiest day of the year for
her family on which to kill herself. Only after we talked long
and honestly about what this would
mean to her husband and children did she come to see and accept
that her anger toward them and
herself was real and powerful and destructive. I told her that
by setting such an example, she was
putting a loaded gun into the hands of her children, a gun they
might one day point at
themselves.
This frightened Helen. "I didn't think. ..,” she said. "I didn't
think of it that way."
But as Helen came to understand, in full, what the consequences
of her suicide could be to those
she said she loved and how her victims would suffer, and how
long they would suffer, she began
to understand the depth of her anger. Then, with help, she began
to do something positive about
it. And as she saw things start to change, Helen quit her
suicidal plan. With time, her life began
to turn around.
Helen, like so many others, was at heart a decent and loving
person. But like many others who
get caught up in the logic of suicide, she had missed seeing all
the parts, all the possible endings,
all the consequences. Blinded by her anger and pain, she could
not foresee all that would come to
pass if she carried through her plan. When she did begin to see
the true damage she could do, she
came to realize that she was not just killing herself, but
killing the ones she loved as well.
If, by chance, you are thinking as Helen thought and that, for
your own reasons, you will kill
yourself to get even with someone or to show them that they
failed you in some way, then
consider what Helen said to me. "I guess I wanted to hurt them.
I wanted them to know how
much they were hurting me. I guess I thought that if I left them
I could show them how I could
hurt them more than they could hurt me. I never thought of
killing myself as selfish. Now I know
it is."
I can't know your reasons for thinking about suicide. They may
make sense to you just now.
They might even make sense to me if you could tell them to me.
But no matter how good or
plausible or reasonable your reasons may be, I hope you will
understand that suicide is not a
single, quiet thing you do only to yourself. Rather, it is like
pulling the pin on a hand grenade
while you are surrounded by everyone who knows you.
Yes, some of those people may not like you, some may even hate
you; but some of them do care
about you and some of them love you. True, you may succeed in
killing yourself when you pull
the pin, but as surely as the hand grenade explodes, it will
send fragments into all those around
you and they will be victims, too. Innocent ones. For your sake,
and theirs, I thought you ought
to know. |
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